Perspective

The Next Time I See You

I walked towards his house, making sure to take my time.

I could feel the buzz of anticipation flowing through my veins, heating up my body, making me almost immune to the nighttime chill.

As I arrive at the house, I sneak around to the back, and open up the window I had previously unlocked.

I hoisted myself up onto the windowsill and shimmied my way inside, without making too much noise in the process.

Silently walking into the living room, I crept my way through the piles of clothes and garbage that littered the floor. Disgusting.

I lifted my head up, trying not to look at the garbage, knowing that it would leave a sickening feeling behind if I looked for too long.

The house looked different now that it was night. There was an eerie feeling about the place. An off-putting vibe that made my stomach fill with butterflies.

I couldn't put my finger on why this house made me so excited inside. The anticipation was suffocating, and I love it. Tonight I'm going to make another person perfect.

I adjust the bag that hangs on my shoulder, so it sits comfortably, and continue looking around.

I turned a corner, which lead down a hallway, with two doors on each side of the hall.

One door was slightly open, so I peered inside.

There sat another bathroom, filled with the basic amenities of a bathroom, a toilet, shower, sink, and a few toiletries scattered around.

I step back from the room, and turn towards the other door. I reach out my gloved hand and turn the knob.

The door creaks open, and I stick my head through. There sat a queen-sized bed, with a mound in the middle.

Clothes were strewn around the room, hanging out of an open drawer on the nightstand, and flowing out of the closet.

I silently walk towards the mound laying in the bed, hand in my bag, reaching for my old, worn hammer.

Suddenly the mound shifts in the bed, as a groan emerges from the blankets.

Devin turns around in his bed, to where he is facing me, even though he is still asleep.

I freeze, making sure not to make a single sound. I stand there for a few moments, and wait to make sure that Devin was still asleep.

After a few seconds, his snores confirmed that he was still asleep. I continue walking into the room, hammer in hand, and I reach the end of his bed.

I draw up my hand and with a sharp movement, bring my hammer crashing down on his head, leaving a indent where the hammer hit.

Blood begins gushing out from where I hit, and his brains peak out from where I broke the skull.

I listen as his breathing turns haggard, slowly fading into nothingness, as his breathing quiets. I take a deep breath as I pull the hammer out, and bash it down a couple more times, just to be safe.

I watch as the life leaves his body, blood trickling down his head. I grab his wrist, and check his pulse. Touching him makes my skin crawl, but it must be done to confirm his death.

Once I know that Devin is dead, I grab a wash cloth from my bag, and wipe off the now-bloodied hammer. Once its clean enough for the time being, I wrap the hammer and place it neatly in my bag.

I then adjust my gloves, and place then on Devins cooling shoulders, and heave him off the bed.

I slowly but surely drag him out into the hall, and towards the living room, placing him on the couch when we arrive there.

I get started with the work I love the most. Cleaning the place up, and making it perfect.

Knowing that todays job would take a little longer, I had prepared myself with plenty of bleach and other miscellaneous items to clean with.

I start with the living room, clearing it the beer cans, paper plates with old food on it, and other garbage that made my skin crawl. Putting them all into garbage bags, I place them aside, and start sweeping with a old vacuum that I had found in the closet.

After I'm done with the living room, I move onto the other parts of the house, making sure to leave everything spotless.

I sneak outside the house, and go next door and place the garbage bags into the neighbors trash bins.

I finish cleaning the house, and move my attention back onto Devin. Pulling out the white clothes I had picked out for him, I begin undressing him, which he made rather easy with sleeping into only boxers and a t-shirt. 

I realized that if he had cleaned himself up, and put some effort into his appearance, he was almost doll-like. See, I think, this is why we do this. To make everything perfect. Isn't it perfect? All so lovely, and pure. So very pure. So very perfect.

I stand back, looking at him, pretty as a doll. A small smile forms on my face, as I chuckle to myself.

With everything cleaned, and the doll dressed up, I reach down for my bag, and make sure to put everything that I had brought inside.

Double checking that I have everything, I rustle through my bag, and pull out a toy train. I place it the doll's arms, making it hug the little toy.

Silently, I turn and go and lock the window that I had previously entered through, and walk back over to the front door.

I open the door, and turn the lock, so that it will lock itself behind me.

I do one more double take, and satisfied, I leave, closing the door, hearing the click behind me.

I slink into the shadows, doing my best not to get spotted, even though this is often difficult because of my pale skin and extremely light hair.

I take many odd turns and detours before finally reaching my home. I pull out my keys, and slide it into the lock-hole, turning it and swinging open the door.

I neatly go through my nightly routine, making sure to not skip a single step.

After I am done, I go over to my made bed, and pull out the sheets, making a triangle shape with them in the corner.

I sit myself down into the bed, and pull the sheets over myself. I turn my head over to the clock, looking at the time.

3:00 a.m.

Perfect.